Descendants 4 Novels & Stories

They had one week, a cryptic message, and a missing son. As they stepped into the emergency elevator, Alexander felt a strange, cold presence. He looked back at the ravaged living room, then his eyes snagged on something small, gleaming faintly amidst the scattered debris. It was a single, intricately carved chess piece. A black pawn. Its base was adorned with a tiny, almost imperceptible etching: the same stylized crest of The Genesis Council.

“Your real son was swapped out a long time ago.” Sam lifted the tablet and pressed play. Susan’s voice came through the speaker. “While Eason goes on a business trip, quietly kill the real Lucas and make sure no trace is left behind. “It’s freezing in winter. A kid dying on the roadside isn’t unusual…That way, Lucas won’t be around to inherit money from the Smith’s family…” Her sharp, vicious tone was nothing like the fragile woman she’d been when she was weeping against the bedframe.

In fact, I kinda felt pretty good. "Is it finally coming to an end?" I asked with a hint of excitement. "Not really. You still have like four days or so," He answered with a serious tone, his lips pressing into a thin line. "Four days?!?" I screeched, feeling like throwing myself out the fucking window as I let myself fall back into those fluffy pillows, reeling with utter exasperation and dejection. Four days? What the fuck!?! It's been only three and I've barely managed to hold myself in check and endure so far. How the hell was I supposed to get through four more?

Raven Kendrick's heels clicked against the polished marble floor as she walked through the sound echoed off the walls, a steady beat that matched the rhythm of her racing heart. She hated coming to her father's office and the feeling of being trapped in this sterile, soulless environment. As she turned a corner, Raven caught sight of the reception desk, where her father's assistant, Mrs. Jenkins, sat typing away on her computer. Mrs. Jenkins looked up and smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners.

"I'm sorry, Grandpa. But I'm sure you know that Uncle Tomy won't be happy to hear news like this." "I don't need any approval from Tomy, and I just need you to continue our family's big business." ***

Aleksandr and Luca covered their escape as Dante and Elena dragged the fourth man toward the waiting boat. Explosions erupted around them, the island collapsing in on itself. The sky was alight with fire and smoke, casting an eerie glow over the chaos. They reached the boat just as the final explosion consumed the mansion, the shockwave rocking the vessel as they sped away. Onboard, the fourth man sat in silence, his arrogance replaced by defeat. Elena stared at him, her expression unreadable. “It’s over,” she said quietly. But deep down, she knew the fight wasn’t finished. Taking him down was only the beginning. The network he’d built still existed, and its shadows stretched farther than sh

The enchantress announced before giving Alpha Romero a meaningful glance. The leader of the pack nodded while his wife, Calliope gently and assuringly squeezed on his arms before letting him walk away to present himself in the middle of the crowd. “With that being said, I, Alpha Romero Muller, leader of the Crescent Walkers announces my plans of carrying out my legacy towards my first born son, Morgan Muller.” Morgan’s eyes widened in disbelief as he heard the news straight from his father’s lips. He momentarily felt happiness surge into his heart before a thought hit him.

My mind reeled, desperately struggling to bridge the impossible gap between what my eyes were seeing and what my brain knew to be true. Kieran. Here. Inside the Moon Bridge keep. What on earth was he doing here? The Smith Pack and the Moon Bridge Pack were bitter, ancient rivals. The tension between Kieran and the quadruplets—Cassian, Lucian, Valerian, and Darian—was a lethal, blood-soaked feud that had stained the northern borders with red for years. They hated each other with a feral, murderous intensity. My thoughts tumbled over one another in a terrifying, chaotic spiral.

My sister disappeared because of my aunt, Renee Dover. She smiled and said, "Our little Candy is so pretty. It'd be a shame not to get her into kids' modeling." Then she took three-year-old Candy away. She claimed the shoot had been too crowded and that Candy had wandered off on her own. My parents searched for over ten years. When they finally found her, Candy was chained up in a house deep in the mountains. She had given birth to seven children, and her mind had broken long ago. She died on the way home. The grief destroyed my parents too. They lost their minds and were killed when a car struck them. Aunt Renee seized their inheritance and gloated, "Your mother should've lent me th

Dominic Wexley and I were switched at birth and raised in the wrong families for eighteen years. After the truth came out, my adoptive parents couldn't bear to let him go, while my biological parents felt like they owed him. In the end, Dominic ended up with two sets of parents, while I became a stranger in both homes. My adoptive parents forgot my place at their New Year's Eve dinner. My biological parents' New Year's trip didn't include a ticket for me. I carried the holiday gifts I'd bought for both families and spent the entire New Year's Eve sitting alone in the hallway. The day I was diagnosed with leukemia, I learned I was still $400,000 short of the cost of my transplant. I kne